He laid in a manger... a feed trough for cattle;
A crudely made crib of an inn keeper’s chattel.
Straw lined this box, to make a soft bed,
Comforting the babe, where he laid his head.
A bright star shining, through dark of night
Lead three kings, with its guiding light,
From afar they followed, as it crossed the sky
To a manger in Bethleham, where the baby did lie.
They brought with them, fine gifts to share
Yet, nothing they offered, could compare,
To a greater gift Christ would offer to man;
God’s love and salvation, an infinite plan.
"Be not deaf, to what I say to thee
Open your hearts and praise GOD with me.
Do this in MY name, I beseech of you,
GOD'S reward is greater, than what riches can do.”
These events took place long, long ago,
Yet man's acceptance, is dreadfully slow.
Refusing Christ's offer until it’s too late,
Will bring everlasting regret... a resolute fate.
This poem has been critiqued
many times since it was first posted.
I'm satisfied with it now.